Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1610. The Glass Maw [Part 1]

It was new.

A robed figure. No face. One arm reaching skyward, the other buried in its chest. And it was glowing faintly.

“…That wasn’t here before,” Bella said slowly.

“Definitely not,” Shea added. “And this platform… it feels like a waiting room.”

“No,” Allen said softly, eyes narrowing.

“This feels like a trap.”

The hum beneath their feet pulsed again—twice, sharper this time. As if the dungeon was… breathing.

They moved as a unit, slowly approaching the statue in the center. Allen led. Behind him, the others spread out in a crescent, eyes scanning the crystal cathedral’s shifting air.

The statue didn’t change. Still faceless. One hand raised to the sky, the other sunk deep into its chest. But as Allen got within ten feet of it, a ripple shot through the glass floor—like a sonar pulse—and the air around the statue shimmered.

“Something’s activating,” Bella said, her tails bristling.

“Uh… yeah,” Jane added, taking one very slight step back. “It’s speaking.”

Indeed, the statue’s chest glowed, and from deep within it, a voice echoed—both ancient and feminine, layered with static like it had been buried beneath a thousand patches.

“You who enter the Maw… your ambition is acknowledged. Beyond this gate lies truth and ruin. Claim your share… or become part of it.”

The ground rumbled.

A platform beneath the statue dropped open in a circular ring, revealing a wide descending staircase, spiraling down into glowing glass caverns.

Shea blinked. “Okay. That wasn’t here last time, right?”

“Nope,” Alice confirmed, floating above the pit and peering downward. “Definitely new. It used to start with a fog corridor and invisible bridge puzzle.”

“Maybe devs updated it?” Vivian suggested, her voice casual but her eyes sharp. “Wouldn’t be the first time they patched a live dungeon mid-season.”

Allen didn’t answer right away. His eyes were still on the statue. Something about it… was off. Not just eerie—intentional.

But time was wasting.

“Let’s go,” he finally said.

They moved down the staircase together, the group sliding into their usual formation. Bella and Jane in the middle for utility casting, Zoe and Larissa at the backline to collapse traps or flank, Allen at the front. Always at the front.

The dungeon interior had changed. Completely.

Instead of cracked obsidian bridges and screaming fog like the previous versions of The Glass Maw, they now moved through vast cathedral-like halls made of fractured light and floating geometry. The floors were partially transparent—like glass suspended above infinity—with faint reflections of the party shimmering beneath their feet.

Above them, suspended spires rotated slowly, casting refracted light across jagged columns. Thin platforms hovered in the distance, some broken, some tilting at strange angles, hinting at paths to come. Sounds echoed strangely here. Distant metallic screeches, whispers in reverse, and the occasional deep moan.

And then came the first wave of mobs.

They emerged from the crystal shadows, crawling over pillars and dragging their limbs with twitching, glassy movements.

Crystalshard Lurker <Lv. 201>

They were humanoid in shape, but grotesquely thin, with stretched translucent skin cracked like tempered ice. Sharp, jagged blades extended from their forearms, formed from fused mana crystals. Their eyes pulsed with purple light, and strange gas hissed from vents in their chests every few seconds—clearly unstable constructs.

“Contact,” Zoe murmured, and lashed out.

Before Allen gave a command, the first five lunged.

He simply lifted one hand.

‘Telekinesis Blast.’

Five of the Lurkers were yanked mid-air, screaming in distorted, warbled tones as their bodies bent unnaturally.

“Jane!” Allen called.

Already grinning like a maniac, Jane extended her palm. “Oh, delicious.”

Corpse Explosion.

The moment they were mid-arc, five dark sigils etched onto their torsos—then detonated.

-CRACK! – CRUNCH! -BOOM!

They burst mid-air, limbs and shards raining across the floor like magical shrapnel. Purple mist spiraled upward from their cores.

Bella raised a brow. “That’s one way to start.”

Then the second wave hit—larger and faster.

Glimmering Howler <Lv. 203>

Sleek, wolf-like beasts made entirely of cracked mana glass. Their bodies were translucent but refracted the light into blinding flashes. They sprinted across the hall with erratic, zigzag patterns, jaws gnashing with fanged crystal.

“Fast,” Larissa warned.

“I got it,” Zoe said coolly.

She stepped forward—eyes glowing—and slammed both hands into the floor.

“Tsunami.”

The corridor ahead exploded into water. A roaring tidal wave surged forward, knocking the Howlers backward. But before they could recover…

“Depths’ Grasp.”

Black tentacles of deep ocean magic erupted beneath them, wrapping around their limbs and snapping crystal bones in bursts of magic pressure. The beasts shrieked, struggling as the tendrils crushed their chests and pulled them screaming into a watery abyss that disappeared beneath the dungeon’s glass floor.

Zoe exhaled and stepped back. “Next.”

Vivian cracked her whip. “Let me play.”

The next enemies emerged—skittering down the walls.

Mirror-Spine Creeper <Lv. 205>

Spider-like, but their abdomens were polished mirrors, each one reflecting the party’s image in distorted fragments. Their legs dripped liquid mana, sizzling where it touched the floor. Their mouths opened sideways, filled with fractal teeth.

Six of them.

Vivian smiled. “Cute.”

She spun forward, cloak fluttering, and lashed her whip three times in a flash.

‘Rapid Lash.’

[X3 Hit combo]

Her strikes left glowing welts across two creepers, which reeled back, glass armor cracked.

Then she whispered.

Kiss of Death.

Vivian vanished, reappeared behind one, and pressed a glowing kiss to its mirror-body. The creature twitched… then collapsed, pink mist rising from its core as it disintegrated.

Alice, floating nearby, raised one finger.

“Watch this,” she said, voice dreamy.

‘Void Sphere.’

She conjured a swirling black mass—like a gravity well wrapped in starlight—and launched it forward. The Creepers shrieked, pulled toward the core as it spun faster and faster. They slammed together, limbs breaking and armor snapping as the orb consumed them in one final pulse of exploding arcane energy.

Bella lifted a hand next, her tails flaring behind her like lightning rods.

“Thunderbolt.”

White lightning erupted from her palm, lancing across the room and chaining from the remaining two creepers to a cluster of Lurkers climbing over the side wall.

“Twenty-six left,” she muttered.

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